Chronicles of Narnia - Pointing to Jesus Christ

Well, it has been quite some time since I last logged an entry here. Drew has encouraged me in the past to post entries in the blog, but I've never really had an inkling to write, besides the occasional entry in my own personal journal. However, reading the works of a writer such as C.S. Lewis has given me that extra oomph to write.

Now how did I begin to read C.S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia? I was listening to a sermon by Tim Keller, and he referenced an example from Tolkien's Lord of the Rings. His example fit in marvelously with his sermon message. Having only watched the movies, I decided I wanted to read Lord of the Rings and look carefully for Christian illustrations. So with a $25 gift card in hand, I took a stroll through Barnes and Noble. However, instead of finding Lord of the Rings, I came across a volume of The Chronicles of Narnia, with all seven books in one for a sweet deal of $20! I'm not usually a spontaneous buyer, so of course I didn't buy the book right then and there but instead bought it during my 30 minute dinner break from work. I got back to work with a fat grin on my face.

I must say, Chronicles of Narnia has far exceeded my expectations. The only book I've read of the series in the past was "The Horse and His Boy," and I have yet to see the movies (except for part of the old BBC "Lion, Witch, and the Wardrobe"). Currently I am on the 6th book of the set, and I would like to share my thoughts on what I've read on this entry and future entries to whoever reads this blog, but of course in particular with brother Drew. If you have not read the series yet and intend on doing so, I advise you not to read from this point forward.

Book 1: The Magician's Nephew

In this book, Aslan (the Christ figure who is a lion) creates the world of Narnia. Obviously, this parallels God's creation of our world. However, this wasn't the main point of interest that caught my attention. What spurred my mind was one antagonistic event during Aslan's glorious work of creating Narnia:

"Suddenly the Witch stepped boldly out towards the Lion...She raised her arm and flung the iron bar straight at its head...It glanced off and fell with a thud in the grass. The Lion came on. Its walk was neither slower nor faster than before; you could not tell whether it even knew it had been hit...The witch shrieked and ran..."

This Witch was strong. Her great physical strength was shown in many events earlier in the book. However, the Lion went about his business like nothing even happened. What happened here? I'll tell you what happened: when a person with great strength attacks and their attack has been completely nullified, the one who was the target of the attack must not only be greater in strength, but must be immensely stronger than the attacker. The witch's response to this revelation is predictable; she fled immediately in fear of the repercussions of her initial attack.

Fast forward to the second book of the series, "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe." Aslan is killed on the Stone Table by the Witch. What had happened was Aslan sacrificed himself for Edmund, the son of Adam who had betrayed Aslan and should have been the one killed.

Now, we have a big difference in Aslan in these 2 different books. In book 1, he is Aslan the invincible. In book 2, he is Aslan the vulnerable.

Now, we have Jesus Christ. The pre-incarnate Christ is fully God. The incarnate Christ is fully God, yet fully man. Because of this "man" aspect Jesus Christ became vulnerable. When I was reading through "The Magician's Nephew" and this particular scene, this verse from Philippians came to mind:

"Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus, who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men. Being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross." (2:5-8)

Just as Aslan was there during the beginning of Narnia, the pre-incarnate Jesus was there during the creation of our world. The Triune God (The Father, The Son, The Holy Spirit) created the heavens and the earth. To say Jesus had tremendous power would be an understatement. Yet what did Jesus do? The book of Philippians says he "did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped" and that he "emptied Himself," essentially laying aside His invincibility as God and becoming vulnerable when He became fully man. And why did He do it? So that we could become invulnerable to death. The death I am talking about here is not physical death, but something much worst. It is a death without the hope of life afterwards. It is a death with Hell looming. But alas, because of Christ we need not face such doom. Let's not forget that it wasn't simply a god who took our place on the cross, but it was the ALMIGHTY GOD who did so. Just as the iron bar simply glanced off Aslan's head and fell to the ground with no effect, so death has lost its sting on us because of the powerful work of Christ.

Born Again

For a long time, I never really knew exactly what to say whenever I was asked to share my testimony of how I came to be a Christian.

I used to wish that I had a stirring, powerful story of how I became saved. I used to wish I had some sort of dramatic story that would move audiences to tears. I used to wish I had an epic life filled with abominable sorrows and glorious victories that were beyond human description. I used to wish that the story of my life could be a story that would save lives.  You know the spiel. I wish could give you a tragic, emotional tale of how I neglected to trip a thief while he was running from the cops, only to come home later and discover that my uncle had been murdered by a burglar who turned out to be the same thief I could have stopped earlier, and then that’s how I learned the hard lesson that with great power there must also come great responsibility. But I can’t tell you that story. I’m not Peter Parker. I’m not Spider-Man. I can’t stand up here and tell you that I’m the sole survivor of a dying planet and now I can leap tall buildings in a single bound. I’m not Superman. I’m not the apostle Paul. I didn’t fall off my horse on the road to Damascus or anything like that.

The truth is, how I came to the faith is not a dramatic story.

I used to worry about this a lot. Seems like most Christians can point to the specific moment they were saved. I knew a guy who was like, “Yeah, I was listening to a Petra album on cassette back in 1987 and that’s when something just clicked and I accepted Christ.” I knew another dude who had a rough, tumultuous upbringing, whose family was basically destroyed because of the L.A. riots in the early ‘90s, who had some exposure to the gospel but didn’t truly come to a saving faith until he was in college. I mean, that’s TNT right there, you know, We Know Drama.

For me, I can’t even put a date on when I became a Christian, to be honest with you. The best I can give you is an approximate, give or take a year or two.

My background is that I grew up here, in San Francisco, and my parents took me to church throughout my childhood. They also enrolled me in a Christian school, West Portal Lutheran, and I went there from kindergarten to eighth grade. I had plenty of exposure to the Bible and to the gospel as I was growing up, what with going to Sunday school and having regular religion classes at normal school. I learned a lot about the Bible back then. I still remember, even in kindergarten, having to memorize the 23^rd Psalm. (Don’t ask me to recite it now, though, ‘cause I probably can’t.)

Growing up in a Christian environment, I kind of took it for granted that the stuff I was learning was fact. Facts like how God created us, and how we are sinners and need to repent from our sins by believing in and accepting Jesus Christ’s death and resurrection. I bet if we had a time machine and traveled back in time and talked to 1991 Dru, he would say he’s a Christian. But I don’t think I really thought to examine what a saving faith truly means until probably somewhere in my middle school years.

By then, I think my mind and awareness had developed to the point where I could understand and accept that I am a sinner and only Jesus Christ can save me and lead me to heaven. Ever since then, my life has been a process of spiritual growth. Maybe there are some ups and downs in there but ultimately I can say that God continually draws me closer to Him.

I went to a public high school, and it was during those years that I started to more fully grasp and appreciate this gift of salvation God gave me. One of my childhood friends brought me out here, to this church, SFBC, to LIFE Fellowship. I still went to my parents’ church on Sundays, but as there weren’t really people my age there, Friday nights at LIFE were something of a revelation to me. I started to see what it looked like to live in faith everyday, and it was refreshing to be around kids my age who also wanted to learn more about God and the Bible, and to be around adults who wanted to see me grow.

When I went off to college, I was involved in a couple of campus ministries that gave me opportunities to grow some more in my walk with God. I made lasting friendships with other believers, learned what it meant to hold each other accountable before God, and how to share my faith with others. I spent time serving with and even leading other college students. All these different activities taught me how to see God is active in my life. Even during the many times when I served with a stubborn or prideful heart, God still found ways to remind me that my story wasn’t about me, but about Him.

After college I moved back home and though I endured a period of time when my spiritual walk wasn’t too great, God still provided me grace. I still had a couple of close friends at SFBC and they brought me back out here to ETC.

I had a non-Christian friend back in high school who would always tell me, “The only reason you’re a Christian is because you grew up with it.” He insisted that to me whenever I would try to share my faith with him or press him to make a decision for Christ. That actually got me thinking, though. I’d wonder, privately, if what he said was true. I wondered if I would be a Christian if my parents didn’t take me to church or enroll me in a Christian school. I wondered if the fact that they did somehow lessened the importance of my status as a believer.

I wrestled with this question deeply and I answered it (or should I say God answered it) to my satisfaction. 2 Peter 1:10-11 says:

 ¹⁰ Therefore, my brothers and sisters, make every effort to confirm your calling and election. For if you do these things, you will never stumble, ¹¹ and you will receive a rich welcome into the eternal kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Maybe to that friend of mine in high school, my faith would have seemed more legit and I’d have more street cred if I didn’t grow up surrounded by Christian influences. But to me, everything that happened to me is a blessing because the end result is that it all pointed me to Christ. The way I see it, yeah, I really can’t change the fact that I grew up surrounded by various Christian influences and people, and with so many opportunities to repent from my sins and turn to Christ. But you know what? That’s a blessing. To me, that’s a blessing that I don’t deserve.

All that stuff I was saying earlier about how I wished I had some fanciful, amazing, dramatic story about my moment of conversion? It’s only my own selfish pride that wishes I could impress you all with my “glorious” testimony.

The thing is, everyday I know how blessed I am that I’m saved at all. I know God chose me to be an heir of Christ, and nothing I ever did deserved that calling. I know this. I think if you think on this fact for any decent length of time, you can’t help but feel a stirring in your heart. When I sit around and really take the time to ponder about what it means that God has called me to Him, it truly is like I am being born again daily.

My testimony isn’t about the great things I have done for the Lord. It’s about the great things the Lord has done for me and continues to do. I know that I’ve done a lot of stupid stuff and probably said a lot of even stupider stuff. I am so obviously a man in need of a Savior. It’s so tempting to think that I’m a Christian because I decided to be one when the truth is that God graciously chose me. And that’s the main thing I wanted to say, is just to tell you that I have been saved, I am saved now, and that I’m up here because I want to show my commitment to the people of this church.

...And I Don't Feel Any Different

So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions
For self-assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions